I see people at the local. retirement home on a busy street. No park but a few benches. Most don't look like they're doing that great.
Some of them are younger than me.

Maybe in some places ultra virtuous for sure but i don't know if this group is. Just ordinary zombies in late capitalism.

I have one 'friend' I chat with as I pass by when she smokes at the edge of the parking lot. I hope she makes it to spring.